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The psychiatrist Li Qing received a patient claiming to be the "Creator God". The patient recounted his experiences of time travel: "Dr. Li, I discovered that I have a superpower. I created a microcosm in this room and have initiated multiple great floods to annihilate their beings, but now I am about to die." A few days later, Li Qing suddenly receives news of the patient's death and discovers that everything he said was true. And Li must deal with the patient's belongings, extinguishing this civilization world within the ward, or else this civilization might destroy all of humanity on Earth. "You, become the nerve cells of this shelter, in the control room, to manage the direction of the shelter's movement!" "You, become the muscle cells, to control the fins and flagella outside the shelter!" "Oh, it seems you are quite impressive, you single-cell beings, have evolved into a fish kingdom."

The hottest man I’ve ever seen is now my new boss— and I’m stuck in a house with him… Until one of us cracks. I’ve got debt—yeah, I know, so does everyone else on Planet Earth. But the bills I’m paying keep my dad and my grandma alive. So it’s pretty messed-up for Timofey Viktorov to use them as a threat to keep me under control. Not that he cares. As a billionaire CEO, he takes no prisoners in the boardroom. And as the don of the Viktorov Bratva, he takes no prisoners in real life, either. Which is why he has no qualms about extorting me into taking his deal. Live in my mansion… Care for my baby… Or suffer the consequences. But he’s not the only one with an agenda. Timofey has skeletons in his closet—and I’m determined to dig them out. He’s just as determined to keep me far away from the secrets of his past. The longer I’m in his house, the tenser things get. Every time we brush past each other in the hallway, something sparks. Every time we cross paths in the night, the ice grows thinner. Sooner or later, it’s going to crack.

Running from her past has become second nature to Carrigan. She has been on the move for four years, running from the ghost that haunts her dreams—a constant reminder to her every day. She settles in South Carolina with the people in her life knowing very little about her. When she feels the need to run again soon, she meets Royce. Royce is fighting his own demons, too. After the death of his sister, he spends every waking moment working on the app that she fought so hard to develop. He found little enjoyment in life until he met Carrigan. When the two meet, will the secrets from their past burden their daily lives and have them on edge, or is there a happy ending in their future? Or was it just meant to be a whiskey kind of love? *** “You can trust me, Carrigan,” Royce whispers against my lips. I inhale sharply, my heart pounding. “I know I can.” Whiskey Kind of Love is created by Nickey Siegerman, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

"No one will ever love you, do you think you deserve love? no you don't..." "I love you, and I'm not ashamed to say it .." "The truth is... everyone deserves love..." love, that mystical force that binds bodies today... love, that sensational feeling...that language that everyone knows...well I don't think I deserve it...at least not ever... That was until I took a cup of this intoxicating black whiskey...Grey Hampton

1 years after World War 10 a whisper of a legendary general lived on to this day. His name was General J. Bottle, on a fateful day he met a little girl who wanted his help. Bottle agreed, and thus the Adventures of General J. Bottle began.

The Hoolabaloo Musical Festival is one of the summer's biggest events, but country artist Macaulay Jensen isn't there for the much-needed career exposure. He's there to see one woman -- rock-and-roll superstar, Wendy DeMartino. Beautiful and wild, Wendy is out of his league. So Macaulay is shocked when she agrees to an after-concert date.<br><br>Wendy has always been attracted to Macaulay, and she's thrilled when he asks her out on a date. But the reality of their lives is too pressing to ignore, and the most she hopes for is one perfect day ...

She was so innocent and then she stole hwe whiskey.

the story follows Kei and Yuruna on their adventures from the districts Yom, Yam, San and Ram in the Center paradise, that lies in a new continet that mysteriously appeared on earth, new gods were born and so were other unnatrual beings aswell....

The story tells of a young girl, locked in the basement for 18 years.No freedom, never felt like a human being and has never met any other person apart from the only one person she has know all her life ,her father,Vaxon Dior.But when her father dies everything she ever believed she started to doubt. Everyone knew she was her father's maid except for herself and her father who left her to face the cruel world as she knew it alone.The more she takes matters into her own hands ,her life faces more risks than ever before.Secrets are revealed and lives are lost but in the end the truth about the secret life of Anastasia Dior and her father is finally revealed leading to the most shocking turn of events

Qin Yao opens her eyes and finds herself transmigrated from a post-apocalyptic world into the body of an ancient peasant woman. Her family consists of four stepchildren needing care. A good-for-nothing husband, who has nothing but looks, is causing a ruckus. They live in a thatched hut, without a grain of rice, the family is emaciated like refugees. If that wasn't enough, someone even comes to collect debts! Anger rises in Qin Yao's heart, and she kicks the wretched husband out, "Debt collector, feel free to just beat him to death!" The four stepchildren: !!! With the world quieted, Qin Yao rolls up her sleeves to revive the family. Hunting, carrying bags, fighting bandits, she's an expert in all. But facing the fields, with her back to the sky, and her face to the earth, even a top-tier fighter from the post-apocalyptic world waves her hand: Can't take it! Really can't take it! Qin Yao scratches her head: In the ancient times where agricultural taxes are extremely high, how can I avoid farming? At this moment, the lazy husband who was sent away to die (twisting and crawling) (struggling to stand up) (screaming and roaring): My dear! I think I can be saved!